Him?
A good boy?
Hardly!
I snorted. “I don’t think you know the meaning of the word.”
“Oh…” He pursed his lips as if I’d burned him. Before his face smoothed into a teasing grin as he strode around to the front of my desk. “I know how to be good. Real, real, good…” He sauntered backward.
I instantly saw the playful teenager in the leather coat and ripped jeans. Grinning like that. Sauntering backward while he teased me like that.
Why had I ever wanted to keep him a secret.
It dawned on me that I’d never really given him a chance.
I’d been so sure of what he was that I’d never taken a minute to find out.
Then a small part of me blamed him for my pain when he left.
But now I wondered what he’d felt like when I’d demanded we keep us a secret from everyone we knew.
